Divorce gets a bad rap, I think. Through my own personal experiences,
divorce is fantastic. When I was like 6 or 7, my parents got divorced. And I
have to be honest; I think I turned out pretty damn good. After all, I did get two Christmas’s and birthday's
AND I finally got to eat that sugary cereal that the other parent wouldn't allow me to enjoy. As I got older,
meaning an “adult”, this really worked to my advantage. Especially since the
divorced parental units lived about ten minutes away from each other and I
lived right smack dab in the middle of them both. Perfect. So this is how my
plan would play out. If ever I was out of, let’s say toilet paper and paper
towels, I could run to one parents house for toilet paper, and then
conveniently show up at the other’s house around dinner time, so not only did I
score paper towels and toilet paper, but also a free meal. Genius. This plan was carried out for the majority of
my twenties.
Now, I’m not saying that the whole divorce experience was
always rainbows and butterflies, because it definitely wasn't, but the perks far
outweighed the negatives. I do have to
give these parental units SOME credit, though. I do adapt to change really well
and I get an A+ for going with the flow.
Sometimes, you don’t always get a choice what happens in your
life. Sometimes, you have to let others
call the shots for a while. Sometimes, it
sucks. Or sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get to avoid going to the grocery store
during tourist season. J
No comments:
Post a Comment